Winged blades she arches
curves spine tingles,
plum of peach raised ...
Crumpled sheets passion the night
cover throw heat to much...
as there love burned to ashes.
lone figure of woman,
waiting..
for the shower spray he cleanses
slipping back..
to the arm's of her embrace.



you've got such an awesome talent for bringing the reader into each write then you pen. Brilliant job.. oh yeah



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